Oopsie daisy- I dropped some kisses *picks them up and gives them to you*

Oops- I dropped some flowers *picks them up and makes you smell them*

All I want- cover of a Kodaline song by Emma Bale 💕

I guess you guys liked the last chapter and hated it at the same time 😳 because of Alessandro and Blade.

On with the chapter...✨

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✨Emilia POV

Puzzled was how I felt, I tried my hardest to fill in the blanks of yesterday but it was just cloudy and misty so I couldn't see a thing.

None of this made any sense to me, I suppose I 'passed out' after school yet I couldn't remember a thing about my entire morning? Anything from that day was all a blur really, I must've hit my head or something to forget the entire day.

What was the strangest thing was that my neck was sore and it had a red ring that was pretty huge and swelled. It pained me too much to touch it. Just the slightest touch burned so much, even sometimes an oozy liquid would poke its way through my skin.

"I'll talk to you later?" Rain pulls away from our hug sighing and Felix comes in after her. I'd spent the entire day at school trying to reminisce that day but nothing at all came to my mind.

"Are you okay?" Felix asks into my shoulder. What would I say to answer this? My heart pounded like the police to the door, like I needed to tell him something but my mouth couldn't form the words properly.

"Yeah?" It escaped my mouth more like a question, it was essentially. Was I okay? I mean... it looks like a golf ball was growing from my neck. Or like I was bitten by a werewolf and I'm a vampire who has an allergic reaction to them. Just a thought.

"Well text me if you need me...okay? If anyone hurts you, you text me," he kisses my cheek pushing me slightly. Why is it that everyone I know, kisses my cheek when they greet me or say 'goodbye?' It makes no sense to men

"Your neck, it still looks a little sore. Did you get mugged by a vampire?" Felix laughs brushing his finger across it, I hiss whacking his hand away.

"Sorry, I didn't think it was painful, you might want to get Axel to check that out," he quivers his bottom lip at me.

"Don't worry about it, oh and Rain, can you guys call me later? I'd like to chat to you guys whilst I paint, we don't talk much," she nods yes and so does Felix.

"See you Monday? Make sure you email me your half of the science work," I point my finger jokingly. We were assigned to do a partner piece about specialised cells along with the reproductive system. I guess that's great for gynaecology.

The reproductive system always scared me, I don't want to learn about men's ball sacks and their sperm or the woman's jay. They're scary.

Who came up with the idea of an egg? Is the sperm hatching the egg or some shît? Don't mind me, I'm a sperm cooking an egg and it takes 9 months. I find it hard to believe I'm made up of a tadpole and an egg...that's impossible.

It. Makes. No. Sense.

I should probably ask Axel since he knows about that stuff. I find pretty embarrassing learning about this but I need it I guess.

He and Rain wave me goodbye as I stand here in the frigid weather waiting for my brothers to return. Winter sucks.

The only great thing about winter was Christmas...speaking of, it was only around a week away. Well, actually it was like two but whatever. I didn't have any money to buy my brothers anything.

If only I could buy back my memory.

"C'mon dumpling!" Luca jumps up excitedly laughing with his palms pressed to my shoulders ensuring I was pushed to the floor. I assume he was trying to jump over me but he failed tremendously. He's the smallest brother yet he still weighs a ton.

"Oops," he puts a hand to his mouth sniggering at me.

"Great! My bottom is wet now," I whimper sarcastically feeling the cold liquid on my bottom, tights are hardly durable.

"Get up," Diego laughs at me hooking his arms under my arms helping me up.

I huff walking over to the car with the twins and Blade behind me, he's been awfully quiet lately.

The blade unlocks the door making the lights flash in the dismal scenery. Making a dive, I shuffle and manoeuvre into my seat.

"Who sprayed perfume on my blanket?" I yank the blanket away from my nose annoyed, has Blade had girls in the car sleeping on my blanket?! This. Is. Mine.

"Oh! Dammit, I forgot about that-

"Yeah Blade you're not the only one who's forgotten something, actually something funny is that I don't remember anything about yesterday so could you fill me in, you courageous and all-mighty Blade Russo?!" The fuse to my temper was so short.

I was wet, confused, cold, confused, angry, confused oh and...CONFUSED!

"Woah chill woman, I got kicked for trying to protect that blanket, don't come at me with that shît," he puts his hands up in defence.

Rolling my eyes I give up wrapping around myself after I pulled my boots off. They hurt your feet after a while.

He starts the fierce engine driving off, a technique he used was putting the belt on leaving the wheel free with no assistance. How do you do that? He seriously left the wheel alone just so he could put his belt on? He could do it before.

"What do you want to know?" Blade asks as we drift off away from Hell.

"Everything...clearly."

"What's with the attitude? You were nice to me yesterday," he pouts me feel terrible. I am terrible.

"Yeah, and I can't say I was if I don't remember!"

"Well...you passed out in the morning-

"I thought it was after school?" I interrupt him trying to correct him.

"Yes, sorry my mind was fuzz-led for a moment. You passed out when you got home from school after you said you loved me, that's pretty much it," he shrugs smirking. I won't fret to swipe it off of you either, cow.

"I don't love you if I hate you," my growls got deeper, I guess you can call me a bîtch.

"I hate you too but it doesn't mean I don't love you either, like I said, 'I love you' no matter how much I freaking hate you," he speeds through a red light making me furious.

Many cars press the horn at us and Blade just sits there seeming unfazed by it all. He acted like this was supposed to be normal behaviour. This is a cowardly behaviour.

"BLADE!"

"What?" He replies so calmly and collected, sure you didn't just almost cause an accident?

"Don't do that!" Diego booms.

"Chill, bro."

"Chill? I'm telling Axel-

"Tell him and I'll fûcking kill you," he replies in a cold tone that was so relaxed with a harsh glare piercing into Diego through the mirror.

"What?" Diego's face showed his bewilderment and shock. Is that all he does, he throws threats around yet doesn't live up to them? If he was as tough as he claims he'd do something...wuss.

My hypocrisy is higher than Everest, I say threat yet don't live up to them either, but when Blade does he makes it sound like he's dead serious and won't hesitate to REALLY hurt you.

"You heard," Blade grins at Diego's surrender, he must be glad that he pushes everybody into a hole.

"Dîck," I mumble under my breath with my arms folded under the blanket. I loved this, cute faces of Harry Potter were printed on it alongside Draco too. Draco my king.

"Yeah, I have one too, what's your point?"

"Mammoth!"

"Yeah, I watch Ice Age, what's your point?" He replies in the same, moody tone as before.

"Spider!"

"Yeah? Tom Holland is cool, what your point?" He was beyond annoying me.

"Cow udder!" Creativity is my style, I really just spoke the first thing that came to my mind. He's too rude for his good. Diego and Luca snort wickedly.

No reply.

"Keep calling me names and I'll tell Alessandro to punish you, you know he doesn't take anything lightly," his face darkens with a devilish smile.

"I hate you so much."

"Love you too, Princess," he pushes his arm behind his seat and pats my knee whilst he's driving like he was empathising.

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"You seem sad...are you okay?" Axel's face showed sincere concern; his palms rub on my shoulders as a sign of comfort and warmth.

"Yuppie duppie," I show him my sore thumbs, I had sadly gotten back into the habit of hitting my nails too short. Skin frayed at the top of my beds since I'd been pulling at my skin with my teeth.

"You sure?"

I nod pulling my attention back to the laptop I took from the library, science will be the absolute death of me.

"What's this?" Axel moves his chair closer to mine and twists the laptop facing him.

"Cells...any help? I'm desperate, Axel...please!" I beg him shaking his shoulders. Nothing about cells make sense to me, it's just all so confusing.

If every topic my teacher could've chosen, he chose cells...can there be anything more boring and difficult. As you can see, science isn't my strongest suit despite finding some things fun.

"I'm not helping, it's homework clearly and it's meant for you, not me," he reads through the work displayed on the screen.

"But you know more about this than me, please just help me this one time and I'll do anything you say...I clean your room! How about that?"

"I keep my own room clean unlike Blade and Diego, there's nothing you can do, this is yours not mine," he tuts at me.

"Can you at least check it through once I'm done? I hate science and it really isn't one of my strong suits-why do they expect me to know why a sperm has a tail? It doesn't belong in my body so why do I need to learn about it?!" I cry out in frustration.

"Sperm? Don't ask me, do it yourself. But yes, I will check over it if you like," he pinches my pink cheeks.

Rolling my eyes, I open Google and search for the different types of specialised cells. Axel, who was smirking at my frustration, continues to look at the screen correcting me as I type.

Stupid boy.

"Good afternoon, Emilia," Tiana comes into the living room all jolly and gleeful. I mumble a thank you back and divert my groggy self back to the computer.

"Ahahahaha," my eyes charge to the door where an all familiar laugh came into my mind, so familiar and menacing. Sure it was Alessandro but I felt I'd heard that laugh way too recently.

Worry casts my body into a stiffened state, unable to move, it felt as though an image representing something was just painted in my mind.

Yesterday.

A single flash just projected into my brain, just a small one of Alessandro laughing maliciously as a palm trapped my mouth from any movement.

What was that?

Shaking the thoughts from my mind, I save my work and email it to Felix so he can finish the rest, I'm pretty sure I used google for most of my homework for research purposes only, no plagiarism here kids. I linked the websites used on a separate page.

Pull through, Google.

Pushing the laptop away from me, I stretch my legs out away from me from being cooped up in a chair for so long. My mouth opened wide and released a relaxing and satisfying yawn. My flat butt ached and so did my back from my terrible posture. Abhorrent posture.

"Can we get a chicken?" Luca breaks out licking the chocolate from the biscuits.

"What? Why would we get a chicken?" Elijah inquires with his eyes creased into lines.

"So I can eat it."

"Luca...no, you wouldn't take care of it and they're a LOT to take care of, you'd let them die," Alessandro pushes away Luca's crazy idea.

"That's the whole point...so I can eat them duh!" He says that like it's the most obvious thing in the world.

"Why can't you just buy a dead chicken already?" Diego asks him, Luca face palms himself as though we're dumb.

Oh, hunny...

"I need to practise my knife skills when- OW!" He sasses Elijah who threw the remote at his head.

"When what?" My voice joins the chat.

"When I- OW! Elijah James Russo! Stop that!" Luca stands up this time when a decorative pillow with studs on, is thrown to his head a second time making him since.

"My middle name isn't James, doofus," Elijah shakes his head in disapproval as Luca whimpers at Diego when he kicked him in the gut. Luca is defiantly the brother that's bullied the most. He's just a different breed I guess, he's not exactly...yeah never mind. He's just a little crazy.

"Can we buy a cow? I want it to look like Elijah," his pearly teeth were revealed when he smiled.

"Call me a cow and I'll beat the cookies out of you," Lijah threatens him with a fist.

"What did the biscuits do to you? Leave them alone. Is okay babies, he won't hurt you," Luca weirdly pats his stomach and speaks to it in a baby voice.

"Stop speaking!" Elijah complains.

"Fine," Luca slumps down moodily.

I remained seated in my original seat listening to the 'business conversation' between Tiana, Elijah and Alessandro as the twins, Blade, Axel and I just sat back and listened.

They talk about paperwork a lot I must say, and 'shipments' too, but what shipments do they speak of? Is it some kind of code?

"Tiana, I would like to inform you that your parents requested to see you, I told them I'd speak to you first to see if you're comfortable...would you like to see them?" Alessandro tells Tiana who stopped eating her snacks and stared at the floor.

"Did they request to see me or did you request to see them?" She emphasises the pronouns.

"Both, I'd like to have a chat with them too, a friendly chat you could say?" His words sounded so bitter like a lemon.

"Well I don't think so, not yet anyway, they're so disappointed in me...in us," Tiana pulls her hands down her face and slaps them on her leg.

"And I'll make that change, they'll forget in no time," his gleaming smirk radiated from his cockiness.

Forget?

"Forget you say? Just like me?" My interests deepen into the conversation. Did they know something I don't?!

"They're old...no offence, Tiana," he apologises to her in the side.

She laughs to herself lowly dismissing Al's worry, she lays back against the sofa trapped in her thoughts whilst playing with the cuffs to her brown and black shirt.

"Boo," a cold, whispery voice says into my left ear making me shiver, and a freezing, large hand is stuffed to my face.

Terror passes my face, "don't make a sound!"

My eyes widen and try to push away from the body in such a rush I fall to the floor screaming. My eyes shooting darts at Blade who was doubling over laughing.

That sounds so familiar, the frigidness of his hand made an imprint on my hand leaving an icy burn on my mouth. He may find this humorous but I find this disgusting, it felt as though he'd done tho before, but the plummeting pressure against my brain made my body sore and shake.

Cautiously and wearily, I stand up in the dead silent room feeling their stares on me, burning into my soul.

"Excuse me," I bow like a Princess and brush the fibres from the carpet away from my pants.

"You're excused," Alessandro stares at me intensively as I leave the room; his eyes still darting into me.

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"What is it you want to do in the future?" My English teacher stands in front of my desk pulling my head away from my notebook. I had more on my mind than structural features and language techniques, I was more concerned about remembering everything missing from the puzzle.

It's strange, the more I tried to remember the more I forgot everything, even more, I need help or a magic serum to bring back my memory.

Peering down at the notebook, I see a rough sketch of a creepy, abomination of a monster. My hand also was stained with graphite from moving my hand across the page.

"What?" I ask being caught completely caught off guard.

"Emilia, what is it you'd like to do?" The teacher repeated again.

"Oh! Sorry, I- oh the question...uhh let me think-

"Think faster," he asks rudely.

"Well I- I can be anything I want, maybe an artist? I'm really not sure you caught me off guard, sir," I apologise to him but he looks agitated still.

"No I think you weren't paying attention to the lesson about our futures, you need to be sure in what you're doing in the future if you want to succeed," he lectures me tapping his foot repeatedly on the floor.

"Okay? It's normal for me to be unsure of what I want to do," my reasoning with him didn't need well, he turned red with anger.

"You still need a rough idea of what you would like to do, it's necessary if you want to be successful."

"Sure," I snort enraging him even more, his eyes bulging and eyebrows raised.

"Anything else? Would you like to say anything else?" Stop shouting at me and teach the lesson and then maybe I'll be able to learn something.

"Nope, no thank you," I dismiss him as though I was the teacher.

"Emilia Russo, stop talking back," he walks with his chin up to the roof back to his desk.

"Stop asking me questions," I murmur, diverting my watchful eyes back to the covered piece of art below my arms. You ever just draw not even realising you're doing it because you've blocked everything else out? My drawing reminded me of Mike Wazowski but a lot more disturbing and macabre.

"Planner, desk, get out," he snatched my daily school planner/ diary from my desk and points to the door with his crooked and crippled index.

"Is she getting detention? That's hardly fair..." Felix stands up protesting.

"Our rules state 'no answering back' and unless you'd like to join her I suggest you zip it, Felix."

Felix shuts up and pulls himself down into his seat, he looked like he wanted to say something but held himself back.

I wasn't really bothered if I'm honest, at least I'm getting out of the lesson which is a bonus. To say I love English to the deepest depths of my hollow heart, the teacher is a toe.

Huffing loudly, I pack my things away into my bag and wait for sir to give me my daily planner back.

"Come back tomorrow with a better attitude," he recommends me with a sickening smile.

I've never had detention before, if this had happened before my mum died I would probably cry but now I'm at the point where I just don't care anymore. Whatever happens, happens, it is what it is and I can't do a thing to change what's just happened.

But I'm at too far beyond the point of giving a shît, sure I'm sad and a little annoyed I got detention but it's out of my hands.

If I could change it I would.

I learned something, I call it: acceptance. Don't change the past just try and make the future better.

Lunch is only twenty minutes away, so I force my aching legs down the stairs and into the empty, ice-cold canteen and find a seat where I can wonder.

Sleepy and tired, my gloomy head falls into space between my crossed arms not allowing any light to shine through any holes. With heavy breathing and steady beats of my chest, I allow my body to fall into a relaxing state listening to the all wonderful and great silence.

Silence can be scary and beautiful at the same time. It's only ever scary when you don't know what lurks in the silence, it's peaceful when nobody is around. I wish the world would only exist without these humans on it. We ruined everything.